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Collinearity
An incessant cycle of joy and sorrow binds us.
One that neither of us can be liberated from.
For once, you were the joy to my sorrow
but now you are the sorrow to my joy.
This vicious cycle is all that is known to my soul.
After all, I bear it alone while you remain whole.
My heart lacks the courage to feel rage
for it bleeds a stream
of truth when it sees you;
One with an origin in the past,
One drenched red in agony,
One drowning all evocation.
Still,
in instances of your success, I tend to lose all sense
in instances of your sorrow, my heart turns hollow.
All that remains within is my endeavor to somehow–
whether it’s by crossing the seven seas
or leaping across all dimensions
this universe ever encompassed–
reach you.
However, it is predetermined
on the pages of destiny
that my endeavor be futile.
For it is my ultimate misfortune
that you remain lost
in excavating your desires.
For You and I
We aren’t humans.
We are vehos of collinearity.
Two parts to a whole
destined to walk
alongside each other
on this trajectory of life
Cursed, nonetheless, to never meet.
Despite the atrocities, destiny
orchestrates to render my
heart a frail entity, it fails.
For I refuse to cede you,
set you adrift into its pages.
For I not only walk this trajectory
plagued with trials by fire but
live harboring ultimate faith
that there is a relationship
between us; on some strata
of existence if not on this
doomed one, mortals call reality.
One that is ceaseless.
For it surpasses that which we cannot:
Confines of mortality and passage of time.
One existing simultaneously on
a plane of possibility,
a plane of memory,
a plane of belief,
One binding us for eternity.
This ultimate faith must be what enables
my heart: fractured, punctured, broken, bruised
as it is to beat for you, for us forever.
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In this piece, I delve into the nature of certain intricate relationships we all encounter in life. Relationships that are muddled with joy and sorrow, people we long for, but destiny writes otherwise on its pages. This poem explores the dichotomy between the complex emotions of love and grief. Greif comes not just with losing someone from this mortal world but from one's life. The poem becomes a beacon of hope by illustrating how the heart remains steadfast in its devotion, holding onto the belief that this bond transcends mortal limitations. Thus, the poem conveys the enduring power of love and faith in the face of adversity and uncertainty.Because if not in this lifetime, some other time because bonds do not break they merely trascend whether it be the confines of space of time.